Bus ticket burns a hole in denim pocket
Shutter snaps the gulls in frozen flight
Typewriter sits in a pier board socket
Salt crusts the carriage through the night
Ribbon ink bleeds into harbor wind
Each clack a pulse the tide won't bend
Paper feeds but the story stays
Harbor guards the words it saves
Ribbon ink bleeds into harbor wind
Film canister rattles in my canvas bag
Typewriter waits where the pier boards sag
Gulls scream loud like a cymbal crash
Salt etches deep on every metal scar
Ribbon ink bleeds into harbor wind
Each clack a pulse the tide won't bend
Paper feeds but the story stays
Harbor guards the words it saves
Ribbon ink bleeds into harbor wind
Shutter clicks match the carriage return
Wave foam kisses the space bar clean
Negative strips where the light won't burn
Harbor types what the runaway seen
Ribbon ink bleeds into harbor wind
Each clack a pulse the tide won't bend
Paper feeds but the story stays
Harbor guards the words it saves
Ribbon ink bleeds into harbor wind
Bus engine coughs at the depot gate
Typewriter rests as the ribbon ends
Salt wind files the keys to silver plate
Harbor keeps all the words it sends
Ribbon ink bleeds into harbor wind
Each clack a pulse the tide won't bend
Paper feeds but the story stays
Harbor guards the words it saves
Ribbon ink bleeds into harbor wind
Salt and ribbons salt and ribbons
Shutter closes on the final frame
Salt wind types my name